Janet Stillman of the Wallingford Neighborhood Office sends this report of the Mayor’s visit to our little village today:
It’s a beautiful day today and it was perfect for a successful visit by “Hizzoner The Mayor” (Mister Greg Nickels) to Wallingford. He and his entourage, including his lovely wife Sharon, arrived at the Neighborhood Office at 11am, with the head of the Department of Neighborhoods, Stella Chao, and Tim Durkan of her staff, and an entourage which consisted of folks from various city departments. He met and visited with representatives of Wallingford and Fremont community and business organizations. (I hesitate to make an exhaustive list because I’m sure to miss someone, and besides you all don’t really care who it was. Just know that the ‘Hood was well represented and so was the City.)
We set off to walk down 45th St. (with our newly repaired sidewalks thank you very much) stopping at various businesses: Rusty Pelican, Harold’s Lamps and Shades, Not a Number, all the Wallingford Center shops, Fuel Coffee, the Reweaving Place where the Mayor visited with Phyllis the reweaving lady, Solid Ground and the Food Bank, and finally the Boy’s and Girls Club.
The mayor was very interested in how the businesses are doing and what the neighborhood service organizations need to continue to serve the public in these difficult financial times. Mayor Nickels talked to a lot of people in stores and on the street. Those of us in the entourage got to know each other and exchanged ideas as well as business cards.
This was a good thing for Wallingford. It’s a good thing for Mayor Nickels to get out and talk to the regular folks in the neighborhoods and see what a wonderful “town inside the city” we have here in Wallingford.
We’re not bitter we weren’t invited. At all.
Did anyone remember to tell him just how bad the roads were in Wallingford after the December storms? Ask him when the ruts and potholes will be repaired? Request reimbursement for the damage to vehicles?
Please, AT LEAST TELL ME SOMEONE SPIT. It’s one of our Wallingford traditions, after all, the spitting guy. We have potholes and Babalu and hobos who spit.
Would’ve been easier than getting him to the front of the line at Molly Moon, anyway.
I had fantasies of shoving a cupcake into his fat smug incompetent face, but I didn’t want to do that kind of violence to a cupcake